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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Last Updated: 20.06.2025 01:18

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,

I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

For those who were actually old enough to have experienced the 1970s and not for those who were born in the 70s. What were the pros and cons of that era?

Know your enemies

Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,

And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,

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It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

I seen it all in my short life

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Why was Super Buu so afraid of having Fat Buu torn out and becoming Kid Buu if he was going to destroy the Earth even before his transformation?

“I brought my bitch out to Pathmark, she's pushin' the cart, Headed to aisle four, damn I got milk on my Clarks, That's what I get, not focusin' from hittin' that bark, My mouth dry, need plenty water quick, I feel like a shark, In the aisle bustin' them paper towels and wipin' my Wallies down, I stood up to face a barrel, he's holdin' a shiny pound, It's him, he want revenge, I murdered his Uncle Tim, I sold him a bag of dope, his wife came and copped again, That bitch is crazy and uh, she brought her baby, She knew I had the murders a smack, It killed her man though, now I got his fuckin' nephew grippin' his gat, You's a bitch, you better kill me, you know you're booty, You pulled your toolie out on me, motherfucker, First thought was to snatch the ratchet, Said fuck it and fuckin' grabbed it, I ducked, he bucked twice, this nigga was fuckin laughin', I wrestled him to the ground, tussled, scuffled, constantly kicked him, He wouldn't let go the joint, so I fuckin' bit him, Shots was whizzin' hittin' Clorex bottles, Customers screamin', then the faggot ran out of hollows, I had to show him what it's all about, Next day we readin’ the paper: A man who came to kill gets knocked out”

Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,

I do it once, I do it twice,

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“The very next day while I'm off to class,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Why are daughters mean to their mothers?

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life

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Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,

The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,

would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?

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We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife

Until we realized how to get the real money;

I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell

Soldier with the gas-mask

I'll see you when I get there,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?

“You as an amateur, is outspoken, I'm lookin at your face you seem to be hopin that I, might stutter, stop, or just mess up, but everything's live that's why I don't dress up, Blastmaster KRS a synonym for fresh, I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no test, got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me cause we make up the Boogie Down Production crew faculty”

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight

Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,

As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,

Who designed our DNA structure?

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you

I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,

My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,

I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Me and my peeps is all trife

Movin objects mentally

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Mothership alien sorceress

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

If it ain't

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

“Money's flowin’, everything is fine, got myself a uzi and my brother a nine, business is boomin’ everything is cool, I pull about a G a week; fuck school”

Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife

This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

“Now as an outcast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm, That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life done sent me through a lot of ups and downs like it ain't nothin’, Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons, I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one, they said it skipped from 12 to 14, Still smoking, still drinking, no I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 4 A.M. thinking that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas, We trapped off in this maze, with walls made of layers”

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”

Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

The other one don't understand me,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Laser weapons and ecstasy

With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,

I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,

I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,

The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face

Gangbangers that spit slang

I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

If it ain't

Three months later we run our own caper,

It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

So there in school, see I'm made a fool,

“…Sammy eagerly rode up on him, toxic off the turkey with the joint on him, Flower look his man stood up before him, The bitches hit the table, Jakeem stripped off his cables, Shots went off, Sam'd get a chance to make his debut, Flower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns, hat fell off, We noticed wig worms, he hid behind Rich, C-Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled in the men's room, Pool pistol whipped Mase and broke the handle, Desperate- crawlin to the door on all fours, Sham kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours", Oh my goodness, Waz grabbed the Mo bottle thrashin’, He layin like a gay model shoutin’ out Sebastian, He smiled with his teeth missin, beggin’ for mercy ‘No more god, there’s 68 thousand down at pier three’, Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin', Sham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon, It's over, another story told, Lyin’ with the snakes, tongue kissin’ cobras, Yo let me tell you how the game go, We gettin rid of all the prostitutes, Tony want the streets back for sure! Too many hustlers, too many thieves, We're fuckin’ up who's willing to fight and teach the seeds? Too much TV, guns and robberies, Lust and greed and hate the four devils- jealousy”

- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

No smile is genuine or real,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,

If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?

What does life mean without death?

When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,

Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through

Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious

I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,

“late night I'm on a first class flight, The only brother in sight, the flight attendant catch fright! I sit down in my seat; 2C, She approach officially talking 'bout, ‘Excuse me’, Her lips curl up into a tight space, cause she don't believe that I'm in the right place, showed her my boarding pass, and then she sorta gasped, all embarrassed; put an extra lime on my water glass, an hour later here she come by walkin’ past; ‘I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph'”

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

I never knew my life mattered”

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',